The curls of my hair,
a kelp forest waving in the currents
of the jet streams and trade winds.
I deal in oxygen as well as molecules of water.
I may suspend myself in the watery depths,
adjusting my buoyancy.
I may crest your foaming waves to reach the sky,
propelled by the energy of
the momentum of your surface tension,
; and, catch the breeze with my fins
which, repurposed, are now little wings.